Here. Now.

Here. Now.

Here. Now.
In the shade
of mountains
I hide away—
bathing in silence
washing in peace.

Here. Now.
Ancient sapience
drifts in the wind,
the present
vanishes
the second
it begins.

Here. Now.
Primal advisors
urge I practice
the love of
letting go;
I understand
this to begin
with you.

Here.
Now.

Kintsugi

Kintsugi

wiping tears
from her eyes
he softly describes
a Japanese legacy:
broken pottery
pieced and placed
back together by
silver and gold;
transforming the
hopelessly damaged,
the utterly shattered,
into lovely
lasting artifacts.

wiping tears
from her eyes
he quietly confides,
“Darling, I adore
your broken
little pieces;
my love is gold,
and my esteem-
the silver-
to fill all
your fissures,
fractures, and
cracks.”

Feral Heart

Feral Heart

Somewhere between
the great canyon
and the cacti
he confessed
he could not love her.

Somewhere between
the prickly pear
and a crumbling earth
Her shaky voice replied,
“I’ll be just fine.”

Now she is wild
like the desert,
feral as a
coyote’s cry;
knowing there’s
little distinction
between the
plight of hunger
and the fight
of heart.

Deep Divers

Deep Divers

Diving deep
into hyperbole,
mouths
string words
into phrases,
tongues
embellish
with emphasis
and pause.

We call this
connection.

Diving deep
into beds;
flesh upon flesh,
muscles flex
and stretch
into motion.

We call this
connection.

We are out of—
and so far from—
depth.
These are
the shallows;
the tip
of ego,
the surface
of lies.
Scratch as we try,
our nails only go
skin
deep.

This is not
connection.

Oh Brother.

Oh Brother.

[…]

Did Christ climb
upon his cross
to spare us
death’s claws
or to model
all the courage
needed for the fall?
Is immortality, truly,
the maker’s intent?
Or does this teaching
reveal man’s greater sin:
the absolute inability
to see a reality
in which around him
all does not revolve.

‘oh brothers’
let go of your tails
come out from your place
of delirium and denial
you call faith;
for you will need the courage
of the lamb—and the lion—
to look at death
in the face.
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Windswept

Windswept

He’s a cold front darling,
storming in from the east
and he’ll find you,
shaking every leaf.
A reckless, wild wind
lifting feather-lite hems,
flinging petals,
uprooting stems,
swaying hearts, and
rattling bones.

A man in motion
emerges in a fury
and just as swiftly
blows. on. through.

Thus,
from the wind shaped cypress
I take my cue.
A persistent little tree
who’s lovely lithe limbs
stretch out to meet the breeze.
A base of strength
that turns
and gracefully twists
in all directions
the wind. may. shift.

There’s a cold front coming
blowing in from the east;
when he comes for you darling,
show him every leaf.

Like the snake

Like the snake

Perhaps we recoil
at the sight of the serpent
not because he is so foreign,
on the contrary,
because we are so familiar.

Life ages and cracks
from the mundane;
we wilt under its exposure
into dry, flesh constraining
sacs of dead cells.
The binds of which
we shall revolt,
struggle…stretch…
and wriggle free;
leaving behind withered artifacts,
empty shells of what
(or shall I say whom)
we once were.

Like the snake
we shed ourselves
and slide reinvented
towards the sun.

Desert Darling

Desert Darling

You’ll know her by
her wild heart;
Hair
Tangled as the land;
Lips
Ripen pink
with the prickly pear;
Curves
Rock
like an upright bass.

Her sun-baked skin
painted
with desert dust;
Brown
For those long passed;
Red
For bloody heartbreak;
White
A warriors perseverance.

You’ll know her by
her insatiable thirst;
Eyes
Pierce the cactus;
Hands
Calloused by the climb;
Feet
Blistered by the journey;

A wild heart
ba-bum
who
beats
ba-bum
with the desert.

The Luster

The Luster

We are all thrust into this world
as threadless, naked souls.
But it is of our own volition
to dress in silver linings.
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Passing Shapes

Passing Shapes

smile.
you are not these clouds.
they are but distant shapes-
pulled and pushed apart by the wind.
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